Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how many y'all

Bounce that ass, them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs the trucks
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes that thang up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
And the I don' fucked like last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you digest in that one stomach?
I y'all run from it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of

'Cause my is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They sure don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth burn you out

Tell your I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, like my shit

You gon' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)